Post-apocalyptic modern day AU: In which the S.M.A.U.G. weapons platform malfunctions and brings on the apocalypse, Bilbo Baggins has a well-stocked fallout shelter, and some miscreants in dusty pickup trucks come along babbling about Erebor Conglomerates and demanding he trek all the way to Vegas, of all places, to help them get it back. He goes, of course. (Full summary within.)

One-shots based off a table of 100 prompts, all featuring Moriarty and Moran. Often but not always MorMor, includes fluff, angst, romance, adventure and basically any other genre you can think of. T for language.

The destruction of the HMS Endeavour has left Cutler Beckett scarred, blind, and forsaken, washed up with the tide on the shores of a lonely island. Now, with the help of the isolated fisherwoman who finds him, he must gather the fragments of his life and rebuild everything he once had from the wreckage. Beckett/OC

M is dead. Now, the last person standing in the way of Silva's revenge is Bond himself. Post-Skyfall, technically AU because Silva survives Bond's knife. Eventual 00Silva.

"Moran was Moriarty's one weakness. It was as simple as that, one of the few things black and white in their complicated... relationship. A relationship in every sense of the word." Slash, of course. Written with the movie in mind but also fits the book to a tee.

The opera house burns, but not all is lost. Its managers reflect upon the ashes. Moody Andre/Firmin slash.

Exactly what the title implies. Pre-slash if you squint.

For all the times Poirot innocently and perfectly heterosexually readjusts Hastings's tie, there is bound to be one instance where it is not so innocent or heterosexual. This is that instance. Poirot/Hastings, rated T for energetic kissing.

"Wilson had a way of saying 'House' that was more familiar than a first name, more personal than a nickname."

One fine day at the park, Crowley pushes Aziraphale into the pond. They both end up with some unwanted insight into the life of a duck. One-shot! Friendship only.

With the aid of a chess set, doctorly perseverance, and the care of a friend, Watson helps Holmes break his cocaine addiction. A sick!Holmes prompt for Hiding.in.the. cookie.jar

In which an angel and a demon spend a quiet Christmas eve together, Aziraphale gets a pleasant surprise, and Crowley's good side insists on shinging through. Friendship fic.

A character study, I suppose, of one of my favorite Discworld figures. And since I know you all love him too, why not take a look? Posted on a whim.

Nightingales never sing without a reason, and that reason is usually romance. A songfic of the titular tune in which the contents of Aziraphale and Crowley's post Armageddon lunch date are revealed. Slash of course, T for language.

Claudia smells fudge and Artie has to answer some awkward questions. Just a fun, random, crack one-shot with a twist.

Harvey fires Mike out of the blue and, prompted by Donna, Mike confronts him. A heart to heart ensues with a surprising confession. Slash! Rated T for language.

"He wore Magneto on the outside, but somewhere deep in his heart Erik had always- and would always- reside, forever nestled next to Charles." Magneto's POV during the Cerebro scene in X2. Mildy slashy.

In the aftermath of AWE Beckett washes up on the shores of a lonely island, scarred and blind, determined to find the Fountain of Youth and make himself whole again. Beckett/OC

One Monday night, two fangirls make a vow: one way or another, they would get Holmes and Watson to take them on a double date to Simpsons. An epic quest ensues. Crackfic!

Watson, haunted by memories of Holmes's death at Reichenbach, resolves to once and for all set his ghosts at rest. Rated T for character death.

An anthology of short Sherlock Holmes fanfic, mostly one-shots. No slash. T for safety. Disclaimer: The words are mine, the characters aren't.

A falling chandelier has disastrous consequences. Hm, that summary sucks. Published previously in "Pipe Smoke and London Fog." Please leave a review!

As Robert and his sister leave for Frankenstein's funeral, a letter catches Margarets's eye. Just a little rumination of what kind of eulogy Robert Walton would write for Victor.